Untitled #339

I

a
m

t
i
r
e
d

o
f

i
l ne
s.

Everything is in these organized straight lines. I want a hexagonal room with a moon shaped bed in the middle. I hate walking outside on that same straight sidewalk everyday. Go into a grocery store with their straight aisles. It is all so dreadfully boring. The spice of life has been kicked the shit out of here.